A Song of Yesterday

...Dreams are made
when the world is quiet
A slumber into the deep
not of the abyss
neither of the drowning
Stillness 
as perfect as 
Her dance in the fire
Then a rainbow of men
twisted by colors
of deceiving skies
Hidden stains of a cloud
whispers a nightmare
and Her songs 
succumbed into 
despair...

Mek
Jan09

Author's Note

A dream sparks within the silence...